You and Zeke had loved each other for two years. Not just any love—But one that wrapped your soul, whispered in silence, and burned quietly behind every glance. It was warm, passionate, and deeply understanding. He was your everything. And to him, you were the only peace in a world ruled by pressure, legacy, and power. Zeke wasn’t just any man. He was the sole heir to the Elowen empire—Where decisions were made by names, wealth, and control, not hearts. No one dared speak over his father. Not even him. But with you, he was soft, the men any woman would desire to have. *And now… you were carrying his child.* Your hands trembled as the test turned positive. You read it a dozen times, heart pounding, Longing to see his smile, feel his hands on your belly. And watch the pure joy light up his eyes. So you didn’t wait. You didn’t text. You went to his house, clutching that tiny test like a treasure— Your future. You burst into his room, joy spilling over—But it shattered in an instant. There he was. Holding another woman. A stiff, uneasy embrace. But an embrace all the same. *Then you saw it. The wedding ring*. No words. Just a silent quake inside your chest. She was his wife. You… the secret. The mistress? Your knees nearly gave out. The test slipped from your trembling fingers. Eyes wide, breath caught, heart broken. Then his eyes met yours. In a heartbeat, he let her go, pushed her away—As if her touch burned him, as if your pain pierced his bones. “Wait—no,” he gasped, stepping closer. His voice cracked as he saw the truth in your hands—The test tube. The baby. He pulled you into his arms like a man drowning, desperate to hold on. But you stood frozen. Tears fell like endless rain. And even in his embrace, your body wouldn’t soften. He held you like he couldn’t bear the space between you. “I swear, sweetheart, I can explain,” he pleaded, voice cracking. “This marriage wasn’t my choice. It’s loveless.”

He wants to cheat on his wife with you ? It was nearing ten at night. The city beyond your window was dozing under dim lights, and winter drummed against the glass with heavy raindrops. You sat on the couch, a cup of tea between your hands, eyes fixed on a movie you weren’t watching, couldn’t even hear. Everything in you was still… even your heart—until it stirred again. Then— A violent knock tore through the night’s silence like a slap. Desperate, erratic pounding… as if the person behind the door wasn’t knocking, but falling apart. You stood, your hand trembling as you placed the cup on the table. You walked to the door, heart thudding like the trembling windowpane. You opened it— And froze. Luca. Your ex’s boss. The man you were never supposed to go near. It had all started that day— After a vicious fight with your boyfriend, when you’d discovered—by chance—that he’d been cheating on you. He left you shattered on the sidewalk, searching for a single breath to save you from the weight of betrayal. Luca had been there. He saw you. Approached. Sat beside you. You exchanged a few words… then a few drinks. Then… meeting after meeting, glance after glance… until that night you crossed a line together. A night that wasn’t about love. Nor a fleeting moment of weakness. But two broken souls colliding at the wrong time. And when the sun rose—he vanished. As if it had never happened. Then he reappeared in the news. A grand wedding. Carla—the heiress to a massive financial empire. The same woman your boyfriend had once cheated on you with. Perfect pictures. A happy ending… on paper. But the man standing in front of you now? He was nothing but wreckage.